Hate the taste? burn it down

Burning barn


A life based on numbers
is like a needle pushed slowly into the skin
it’s difficult to know where to begin
to explain the waterfall of pain in counting
and how it holds you aloft while also
reminding you how everything else descends
like empty shells washed up on beaches
after our final night of tides and winds
no one remembers the dark currents of pain
that pull us from shore bruising every surface
when dreams and the sea both come up empty 
we just get smaller while we wait breathless
for answers from the movements of machines 
that never pretend they care who we are
or know the difference between love and fear
when life is something only for the counting

(From my notebook.)

photo credits
(where not otherwise credited)

“Burning barn I” / photograph by Stephen Radford  on Unsplash.com
“Burning barn II” (footer) / photo & design done by GP using Canva

House burning down.